DEDICATED TO DION

If you've followed my blog since the begining, you will notice a repetition of characters who appear in my photos. This post is dedicated to my dear friend Dion, whose birthday party it was on Friday.

I met Dion when I first started going to house parties in San Francisco. I was 16, he was 19. I would always see him around, and he never failed to give off the aura of cool. Throughout the years we'd bump into one another, but it wasn't until the past year that I had the pleasure of seeing him more often. One thing that I love to complain about in regards to San Francisco lifestyle, is that I constantly hear my peers boasting their huge ideas and creative schemes, without ever following through with them. D is in direct opposition to this. I've watched his band, Late Young, from conception (I was at that first house party, but don't remember much except for kneeling behind a garbage bin...), and am now a huge fan and barely miss a show. They're damn good. Word on the street is that he has a clothing project lined up.

Did I mention that he's one of the sweetest fellows and killer dressers? Lately, streetstyle photographers have been eating him up (sfstyle & vanguard both). Here's my photo homage, taken within the last year. Happy 23, D!!!

YESTERDAY'S ANGELS

1. Tysonne, en route to the a party at Burberry
2. Claire and Jessica, looking ravishing at Marc Jacobs
3. Eric, a joy and an innovator

TEAL-TINTED NIGHT BOYS

MID-DAY SUN AT SCHOOL

INSPIRATION: BRUCE DAVIDSON'S BROOKLYN GANG

INSPIRATION: BRUCE DAVIDSON'S
BROOKLYN GANG

"In the spring of 1959, I met a group of teenagers in Brooklyn who called themselves "The Jokers." At the time there were an estimated thousand gang members in New York City. A Youth Board had been formed which sent "Youth Workers" out to dissuade gangs from fights and to help socialize them. It was after reading a newspaper article about a skirmish in Prospect Park that I decided to find the gang and enter "the cool world" of their lives. At first, I attached to the youth worker assigned to them, but then stayed with the gang members as they stood late at night on the street corner, hung out in the candy store, or went to the beach at Coney Island with their girlfriends.

I was twenty-five and they were about sixteen. I could easily have been taken for one of them. My way of working is to enter an unknown world, explore it over a period of time, and learn from it. The previous year, I had traveled for a few months with a circus, making intimate photographs of a dwarf clown. Now I found myself involved with a group of unpredictable youths who were mostly indifferent to me. In time they allowed me to witness their fear, depression, and anger. I soon realized that I, too, was feeling some of their pain. In staying close to them, I uncovered my own feelings of failure, frustration, and rage."

SUNDAY SHOW

So when I'm not at school/work/cocktail parties/traveling europe/fashion shows/mansion parties/art galleries/shopping/anything else you might imagine me going to (sarcasm), you can find me at something like this:

Bands:
Death Sentence: PANDA!"
Shearing Pinx
Mi Ami (I never take pictures of these guys 'cause I'm always too busy having fun dancing to their amazing sets)

STOOPS LAST THURSDAY